After tidying up, it was already past midnight.
Ling Feng saw Chen Yuhe had changed into her home clothes and approached to encircle her waist, "Have you taken a shower yet?"
"No, Anna is here. Where would I find the time?" said Chen Yuhe.
"Right, how about we shower together then?" Ling Feng chuckled.
A blush spread across Chen Yuhe's face as she looked up at him.
No words were necessary; a shy glance was enough!
Without saying much, Ling Feng lifted her by the waist and carried her into the bathroom.
It was a night of passionate entanglement, and Chen Yuhe's long-suppressed emotions were fully unleashed.
For some time, her whole world had been gloomy. Although she knew it was wrong, she just couldn't get out of it.
But now, with Ling Feng's attentive care, and a change of environment, she began to open up her heart bit by bit.
With the comfort of physical intimacy, Chen Yuhe finally let go of her psychological burdens.
